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#2 Signs from Justin Series
It had been 3 weeks since I received my first sign from Justin, it was a Sunday in January in New Jersey, with a houseful of relatives at the breakfast table, all dressed up, ready to jump in our 80’s van to go to church. They all started to come by after Justin’s funeral to keep me company, just like they were assigned to different shifts just to keep an eye on me and the kids.
We were a huge family of 19 in a 3 bedroom home in New Jersey. Most other families were also as large as ours, it was the 80’s, and everyone helped each other no matter how broke you could be. It was a quiet sense of love amongst the families.
I took a walk, and told a cousin of mine that I needed to take a break as it was overwhelming. I had time to think about myself, and the reason why we were in this situation of losing Justin.
I had questions from this god that took him away from us. Why NOW, why Justin?
It must have been 20 minutes since I left my uncle’s house when I stopped at a crossroads. If I walked to the right, it would take me to the highway, if I turned left, it would take me to the mall. Ok, off to the mall I go!
The minute I turned left, I could see our parish church about 200 feet away. Arghhh! Not here! I see my…
